More Important Than Tomorrow’s Election

Life itself flows with many currents.

The up-front and on-top are the currents of personal realities, close-held allegiances.

Seldom if ever aside from angst, concern and relief or worry.

Tomorrow is a voting day. We each hold what we believe, many with such fervency. Nothing to be chagrin about it. It’s the pulsing of democracy. I know, somewhat Socratic [yep] but still, hopefully the world will not teeter to out of control.

I moan when the Broncos turn victory into defeat.

Even more, on a personal level, I ask for your prayers for Jason. He’s slowed his recovery pace, which brings massive concerns. No way. Not even a breath, can I be more supportive of Diane. She’s more than a mother to Jason…she’s his angel impersonating a human being. Please pray for them both, that the new day will not be all cloud cover.

And then. In all this, on this Monday morning, I read a high school student newsletter from Main East High School in Park Ridge, Illinois. My son, Matthew, is the faculty advisor. The newspaper, The Pioneer, is so comprehensive and well written. Here is their twitter connection: Twitter: @mrmattmiller. Am so proud of Matthew and grateful for his leadership.

Deeper. I ask, albeit personally but hopefully blog-worthy, what is of the deepest importance? I think of two G words, gratitude and generosity.

I truly believe without either our lives become shallow and our attitude condemning of anyone who disagrees with us both controls and dwarfs us.

Yesterday this came to my heart. I received the statement, which I will post. It said to me that what really counts, missed field goal kicks and political results aside, is whether or not our giving spirit is ingredient to our pulsing of life. My wonderful seminary professor, Doug Meeks, helping me to reach the doctoral degree, made it clear: IF WE WON’T GIVE WE DON’T GROW. I so believe that. To give is to grow. To be grateful for life and the possibilities for love to happen, I believe so very fully, God is pleased and says, “Keep on, keep on!”

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About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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